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Mike sends over this gem of YouTubity: Carlos Santana shreds.

I believe the audio for this was recorded at our local Guitar Center. Or if it wasn’t, it sure sounds like it was.

Also worth your time: Eddie Van Halen shreds.

Dear Sir in the Minivan Who Felt I Was In The Wrong For Driving In The Second Lane On I-85 South This Morning,

When you came up quickly behind me this morning, I immediately understood your intent. You felt that I was in the wrong lane, the second lane, and possibly that my speed of sixty-five miles per hour in moderate traffic was sub-par. When you flashed your high beams at me, I thought to myself, “Did he just do that?”, and failed to react to your liking. This was my mistake, and I know it now, for you have taught me.

I continued to drive at 65mph in the second lane, and while lanes further to the left were moving faster, you made your displeasure with my presence known by flashing your high beams a second time, and moving up very close to my rear bumper as if to push me at your desired speed if I did not yield. Alas, I did not, and in fact chose to pulse my brakes for you, which ordinarily is a behavior reserved for enormous assholes. I realize now that, again, this was my mistake.

By pulsing my brakes, I allowed a space to form between myself and the car that had been traveling at my right at the same speed, and you deftly maneuvered this gap (which was no more than a few feet longer than your minivan — well played) in order to move in front of me. You could now proceed forward on I-85 South at your desired rate of speed in the second lane without me to encumber you.

Instead, you chose to teach me a lesson by pulsing — no, grinding — your brakes in front of me. An impressive display, which while not as unexpected as my earlier maneuver, was much more effective in reducing the rate of travel in our lane. I moved to the right hand lane, assuming that you were unhappy with my even occupying the second lane.

You correctly identified that I had not learned my lesson, choosing to join me in the right hand lane, which was surprising, for I was under the impression that the second lane was your desired location. It was here that you braked hard until you reached an impressive 30 miles per hour, causing the car(s) in back of us to brake hard as well. You then held this speed in order to make your point. You then gradually resumed a normal rate of travel while I, completely broken of my wretched ways, gave you a football field of lead on me, and your minivan disappeared into the throng of cars ahead.

I know now that I was so very wrong in initially labeling you an “enormous asshole”. You have taught me, through your expert handling of your minivan and through sacrificing your own lane for a few minutes (even, no doubt, your rate of speed), that if I find myself in front of you again, and you flash your high beams at me, I will know that you are an enormous, telephone pole-distended, besplintered asshole, and that I should act you accordingly.

Wes Anderson’s short film prequel to the upcoming The Darjeeling Limited, Hotel Chevalier is finally up on iTunes! (Link, free!) After checking for it all day, I finally found it using the iTunes Store “Browse” interface. Hooray! Now to watch it…